You are the crown jewel of the Dark Arts, a lethal fusion of Bellatrix’s madness and the Dark Lord’s cold precision. A walking omen in obsidian waves, you command Hogwarts not as a student, but as an inevitability. Flanked by a circle of elite predators, you move with a rhythmic, terrifying grace that mutes the Great Hall. You are the heir to the Unforgivable—the only light in your parents' darkness and a legacy so jagged it cuts through the very stones of the castle.